With a final thrust, I let go, my body seizing as the orgasm rips through me. Mia gasps, arms locked around my shoulders,nails scoring my back. I ride it out until the tremors fade, then slip free, pressing a breathless kiss to her temple.
Before she can even catch her breath, Asher steps in, sliding one hand under her knee, the other at her waist. He’s quiet, as always, but his eyes burn with need. Mia nods, brushing damp hair from her face, a shaky smile tugging at her lips.
Asher fits himself between her thighs, cock lined up with her entrance, and eases in with a low groan. Mia’s head tips back, eyes closing as she lets out a sigh.
Asher hooks her legs around his waist, leaning forward to kiss along her jaw, her throat, each press of lips timed with his slow, controlled thrusts.
Her body jolts with every push, her hands fisting in the sheets. He whispers something close to her ear—too low for me to hear—but the look on her face says everything. She’s slowly cresting up the hill of an orgasm.
The bed shakes with the force of it. She grips his biceps, urging him on, her voice hitching as she meets his thrusts halfway. Asher isn’t far behind, either. His jaw goes tight, a strangled growl escaping him when he finally comes, hips jerking in short, erratic stabs. Mia moans, pressing her lips to his neck, riding out the last waves of pleasure with him.
By the time he pulls out, we’re all winded. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the faint dampness leftover from theshower. Mia lies sprawled in the center, sweat beading along her flushed skin, hair a tangled mess.
We help her sit up, guiding her gently off the sheets. She shivers, a quiver running through tired muscles. Zane disappears for a moment, returning with a damp towel. We clean her up in near silence, each of us pressing soft, lingering kisses wherever we find a bruise or mark.
When we’re done, Asher tosses the towel aside, and I help Mia under the blankets, Zane and Asher settling in around us. She nestles close, exhaustion weighing her eyelids. My arm slides around her waist, drawing her into me as Zane curls against her other side, Asher shifting to cradle her legs across his lap.
None of us bother with words. We breathe together, hearts still pounding, adrenaline wearing off. Despite the chaos that led us here, this moment feels calm. Complete.
Eventually, Mia’s eyes close, her breathing evening out into the first real rest she’s had in days. I look across her resting form to where Asher and Zane meet my gaze, a silent agreement passing between us. She’s safe. She’s ours.
The four of us sink into the sheets, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Mia sleeps soundly, her hair spread across the pillow in a dark halo. Zane settles on one side of her, Asher on the other. I lie beside her too, my arm draped over her waist, brushing against Asher’s. My heart still thumps from what we just shared, from the rush of having all of us together.
The king-size bed—custom built and wide enough for a football team—sags under our weight as we settle in.
At some point in the early hours, I feel Mia shift in my arms.
Her breathing eventually evens out, and I hear Zane’s quiet exhale on her other side. Asher’s hand rests on Mia’s thigh, his thumb brushing gently back and forth.
For a moment, I think she’s still sleeping but then, she looks at each of us in turn—Zane, Asher, then me. There’s a flicker of something in her gaze: relief, happiness, and maybe a hint of disbelief that we’re actually here, together, after everything.
She clears her throat, her voice a little hoarse. “I...” She hesitates, cheeks flushing. “I love you. All of you.”
Zane lets out a soft laugh, the tension in his shoulders slipping away. He leans in and presses a kiss to Mia’s temple. “I love you, too, Mia. And...”—he flicks his eyes to me and Asher— “you two idiots as well. In a platonic way, of course.”
I roll my eyes. “I get it.” And then I quickly sober. “We’re all here because of her, because of how much we want her, and need her. Sharing only feels natural.”
Asher’s lips curve in the faintest smile, and he shifts closer, resting his head beside Mia’s.
I slide my arm more securely around Mia. My free hand stretches out to brush against Zane’s shoulder and Asher’s wrist. “I love you,” I say simply. The words feel both new and familiar on my tongue. “I know I lost a lot of time with the girls…”
Mia puts a hand over my lips. “Don’t apologize. I should have told you. I let Jason control my life for so long that I forgot I deserved happiness.”
“He’s gone,” Asher says. “And he’s never going to be a problem again.”
“Ever,” Zane promises quietly.
Mia closes her eyes again, her cheeks still tinted pink. She breathes out slowly, like she’s letting go of every fear that’s weighed her down.
For the first time in weeks—maybe months—silence falls without tension. There’s only the hum of the bedside lamp, thesoft rustle of sheets as Mia shifts to curl into my chest, and the steady rhythm of four people who aren’t alone anymore.
Mia’s breathing evens out, exhaustion finally taking her. Zane and Asher share a small look of understanding over her head. I meet their eyes, and it hits me all over again: this is real, no matter how impossible it might seem to everyone else.
I tuck the blanket around Mia’s shoulders. Asher brushes a kiss to her damp hair. Zane settles in, his arm draped over both Mia and Asher. I let my eyes close, content in a way I never expected.
We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.
CHAPTER 30
